Farewells, Futons and Felonies

It's surprisingly easy to break into a house without anyone noticing.

Now before you go getting carried away, calling the police and having them kick down my door, pepper spray me in the face, bludgeon me with their nightsticks and arrest me, you need to understand some things first. So let's all take a deep breath and stop judging me. This is not some kind of confession of my illustrious career as the most notorious cat burgular in Paris. For one thing, I've never even been to Paris. Last night during the going away party for my friend that I attended, someone made the "brilliant" suggestion of heading out, something both me and my wallet were not in the mood for. I was quite content hanging out and drinking with friends at the house, but hey, I couldn't argue with the majority.
The amatuer criminal behaviour comes into play up returning from going out, where it was only me and two of my other friends as the group managed to get dispersed quite quickly upon making it out. Now we had returned to the first house as we needed to pick up our stuff that we had left there, with the words "i'm pretty sure one of the doors is unlocked" ringing in our heads. Either these words were an elaborate ruse to make us look the fools (which I can honestly think of easier methods of doing), or they were too drunk to have any idea what they were saying. Both are valid options. Suffice to say there was no unlocked doors, and seeing as the front window was open i decided to remove the screen and climb on in. While it seemed like a perfectly logical thing for me to do at the time, it didn't actually dawn on me until later that, seeing as the window faced the street, it would have been quite simple for someone to see us and call the cops. Ah hindsight, you serve me well. Having achieved my first count of breaking & entering for the night, we continued down the street to the next friends house where we were to be sleeping for the night, as there we many comfortable options of mattresses and fold out futons on offer. Again we were greeted by lock doors, and after getting over the fact that inanimate doors were acknowledging us with pleasantries, I found a back window that was open and thought to myself "why stop now with the felonies?". Obviously there are many logical and reasonable answers to that question, but I was having none of that at the time. So we made it in, and without waking any of the sleeping residents of the house either.
It's really quite disconcerting how simple it all was. Imagine if we actually had been theives? We could have been heading on our merry way drink driving down the highway with a futon inconspicuously tied to the top of the car. I need to tell them to be more wary of locking up their houses. It may not serve me well next time I need somewhere to sleep at 2:30 in the morning, but I guess I just have to make these sacrafices so they don't get robbed. How's that for chilvalry?